Rosalie Turner, Diary entry 4:

Once again, this bubbling feeling of annoyance rises like a pit in my heart. I cant help but want to understand why.

There is so much on this earth that I will not understand, and I do not intend on understanding them, yet I feel the need to know why you long to make me feel invisible. You are my sanity. I don’t expect you to realize this but I could go to you with anything and everything you would have an answer for me. Maybe though, I have been colorblind to the truth. Maybe this friendship only went one way. I can now see with raw eyes how much effort I’ve been putting into something so hopeless.

Your words are always short, bitter, and hurtful. Maybe I am a fool for wishing that you actually cared, maybe I am a fool for wanting this friendship, maybe I am a fool… but are you aware the shape you’ve put me in? I’ve used all my words to fight. I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of trying to understand.”

I’m weary, yes. Its time to accept, but not to understand. I may never understand why, but it is like I am losing a part of me, so yes, I will let you leave. I do not expect you back.